Good Night, Vegas Lights

Chapter 4

The air was sweet outside around the house again. Though as Vincent neared the front door, he noticed a slight copper scent drifting in the air. He pulled the key from around his neck and placed it into the door's lock, only to find that it wasn't necessary. That was strange. She never kept the door unlocked when Vincent wasn't home. When he suddenly grasped how silent his home was a chill scurried down his spine. Slowly, he pushed open the door. The room was a mess. Trash was thrown about and furniture lay toppled over. It wasn't until he noticed the deep ruby liquid on the floor that he panicked. Vincent dashed towards the bedroom. He was met with a lifeless and bloody scene. With no strength to support himself, Vincent fell to his knees.
"Elizabeth..."
His words were almost inaudible.

  "ELIZABETH...!"
Vincent's eyes shot open as he screamed the name and was nearly blinded by the sun. The sound of someone moving made him turn to investigate. Sam was at Vincent's side covered in blood. Behind her a fire burned and bottles were strewn about.
  "You still have those nightmares, Vince?"
There was no emotion in her voice.
  "They're not nightmares..."
  "Suit yourself. You never enjoyed talking about how you felt. Anyway... You'll be happy to know you still have a foot. Although you probably won't be happy to know that I guarantee you'll never walk the same."
Vincent glanced at his wound. Sam did a decent job a cauterizing and bandaging it, although he couldn't feel a thing.
  "Your not a doctor"
  "Neither are you"
  "Sam... You owe me answers"
  "I suppose"
  "What the hell is happening?"
  "Im sure you know what happened seven years ago"
  "You were taken by slavers..."
  "Yes. We travelled north and resided in Southern Idaho for years, but eventually they said they wanted to swing back by New Vegas for some business. As soon as we stepped into town I ran. Simple as that."
  "They're after you, aren't they?"
  "Yup. They'll have to start paying for their slaves if someones runs through the Mojave screaming their secrets. Nonetheless as I said, they're here for business. So far I reckon their loosin' it."
  "So they'll be looking for replacements. Which is why that damn bear trap was out there in the first place?"
  "Yup. Though now that I think back on it, I should've left you in that snare like helpless prey..."
  "What?!"
 "If they found you, I'd probably be home free. Plus, you'd get to see what its like being left and forgotten."
  "Left and forgotten?"
  "When I disappeared, did you even give a shit?"
  "Of course I did!"
  "Then how come I never even caught wind that you were lookin' for us. For me. Why didn't my knight in shining armor ever show up?"
  "You think I didn't try to find you?"
  "Doesn't seem so"
  "Sam I looked for weeks. I swear to you I did. I thought you were dead."
He found himself pleading, which was rare. Vincent didn't want to be alone now that he knew he didn't have to. She patted his knee and stood.
  "Come on, Vincey. We've only rested for about an hour and a half. If they find that blood trail you left, we'll be in deep trouble."
She hadn't called him Vincey in a while. It was overall degrading, but he allowed her, and only her, to occasionally say it. He knew he enjoyed it, but he never accepted the fact. When he noticed that she was spying on him through the corners of her eyes to see his reaction, he couldn't help but laugh. It was nice to be happy again.